The shades of night had fallen at last, When through the house a shadow passed, That once had been the Genial Dan, But now become a desperate man, At question time he waited near,...
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, Riding lightly at their ease, In the calm of tropic seas,...
All you on emigration bent, With home and England discontent, Come, listen to my sad lament, All about the bush of Australia. I once possessed a thousand pounds. Thinks I'how very grand it sounds...
Come all ye lads of the droving days, ye gentlemen unafraid, I'll tell you all of the greatest trip that ever a drover made, For we rolled our swags, and we packed our bags, and taking our lives in hand,...
Did you ever hear tell of Chili? I was readin' the other day Of President Balmaceda and of how he was sent away. It seems that he didn't suit 'em, they thought that they'd like a change,...
'Twas on the famous Empire run, Whose sun does never set, Whose grass and water, so they say, Have never failed them yet, They carry many million sheep, Through seasons dry and wet. ...
When the merchant lies down, he can scarce go to sleep For thinking of his merchandise upon the fatal deep; His ships may be cast away or taken in a war,...
The stranger came from Narromine and made his little joke-- "They say we folks in Narromine are narrow-minded folk. But all the smartest men down here are puzzled to define...
I dreamt a dream at the midnight deep, When fancies come and go To vex a man in his soothing sleep With thoughts of awful woe, I dreamed that I was the corner man Of a nigger minstrel show. ...
Chris Watson, of the Parliament, By his Caucus Gods he swore That the great Labor Party Should suffer wrong no more. By his Caucus Gods he swore it, And named a trysting day,...
The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying In silence to rest; In leafage and frondage Where shadows are deep, They pass to its bondage, The kingdom of sleep. ...
It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his voice like a saw-mill, While as with fervour he sang there was borne o'er the shuddering wildwood,...
Bristling Billy the porcupine, A person that nobody liked, Sinking a shaft on an ant-bed mine, Came on a burrowing lizard's line, And the lizard was badly spiked....
Oh, some folk think vice-royalty is festive and hilarious, The duties of an A.D.C. are manifold and various, So listen, whilst I tell in song The duties of an aide-de-cong.